Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

30. Garron

30

GARRON

I lift Mara off the ground as if she weighs nothing, cradling her against my chest. Her eyes are wide, reflecting the moonlight, and her breath comes in short, excited gasps. I carry her behind the hut to a small clearing hidden away, where the ground is soft and blanketed with fallen leaves.

Gently, I lay her down on the ground. I can feel her shiver beneath my touch. I take my time undressing her, revealing the soft, delicate curves that lie beneath. My desire for her is overwhelming, but I temper it with a tenderness that surprises me.

I lean down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. When we break apart, I move my mouth lower and lavish attention on her breasts. I circle her nipples with my tongue before taking them into my mouth, suckling gently. A soft moan escapes her lips.

I continue my exploration, my lips trailing a path down her stomach. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, taking in the sight of her. She is slick with desire, her body begging for mine. I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste her. The contact is electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through us both.

I take my time savoring her. I kiss and lick her softly, my movements deliberate and slow. I can feel her tension building, her body writhing beneath me.

"Please, Garron," she pleads, her voice a ragged whisper. "I need... I need more."

I chuckle lowly, my breath fanning over her sensitive flesh. "Patience, Mara," I murmur. "I want to savor every moment."

I soon increase the pressure of my tongue, focusing on her clit. The change in sensation makes her cry out, her fingers tangling in my hair as she bucks against my mouth. I can feel her climax approaching, her body tensing as the wave of her orgasm crests.

With a final, drawn-out lick, she shatters, her cries echoing out. She trembles beneath me, her body utterly spent. I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I gaze down at her.

She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. "That was... incredible," she breathes.

I smirk, feeling a surge of masculine pride. "I'm glad you think so."

Her eyes glimmer with mischief, and before I can fully register her intent, she's on her knees before me. The sight of her like this—submissive, eager—sends a jolt of raw desire coursing through my veins.

She reaches for the loincloth that's the only barrier between us and tugs it away. My member springs free, long and thick, throbbing with need. A gasp escapes her lips, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of me.

"I didn't expect... this," Mara murmurs.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask, my voice a low growl.

She nods, her fingers tentatively reaching out to trace the length of my shaft. "Yes," she breathes, her touch igniting a trail of sparks across my skin.

Slowly, she leans forward, her tongue darting out to tentatively lick my tip. The sensation is intense, and I bite back a groan, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. She grows bolder, her tongue swirling around my head before she takes me into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate my girth.

The warmth of her mouth envelops me, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sheer ecstasy of it. She starts slow, her movements uncertain at first. But as she finds her rhythm, she grows more confident, more daring. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each pass.

I can feel the tension building at the base of my spine, the telltale sign that I'm teetering on the edge of release. But I won't allow myself to fall over just yet. With great effort, I pull away from her, my member sliding out from between her swollen lips with a wet pop.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" she asks, her voice laced with worry.

I shake my head, reaching down to tilt her chin up so that she's looking directly into my eyes. "No," I say, my tone gentle despite the fierce need that's clawing at my insides. "You did everything right. But I want to be inside you when I come."

Her breath hitches at my words, and a fresh wave of desire washes over her features.

I lay her down, the soft rustle of leaves beneath us a stark contrast to the raw, pulsing need coursing through me.

I position myself between her legs, the heat of her arousal beckoning me. My member is painfully hard, throbbing with anticipation.

"Mara," I rasp. "Are you ready for me?"

She nods, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. "Yes," she whispers, her voice laced with a hunger that mirrors my own. "I want this. I want you."

The need to claim her is overwhelming. But I force myself to go slow, to savor this moment. I guide the swollen head of my cock to her entrance, the sensation of her wetness against my sensitive skin nearly undoing me.

With excruciating slowness, I begin to press forward. She's so deliciously tight, her inner walls clinging to me as I inch my way inside. A low moan escapes her lips, her body arching to meet mine as she adjusts to my size.

"You feel incredible," I groan, the words torn from somewhere deep within me. I pause, giving her a moment to accommodate me, my body shaking with the effort to maintain control.

But then she hooks her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and all semblance of restraint shatters. I can't hold back any longer. With a primitive grunt, I snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in her welcoming heat.

The sensation is almost too much to bear—a tight, scorching vice that threatens to drag me over the edge into oblivion. I pull back slowly, reveling in the friction, before driving into her again with a force that elicits a sharp cry of pleasure.

I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust more demanding than the last, my body moving with an instinctual, animalistic grace. She meets me stroke for stroke, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the forest, pushing me even closer to the brink.

"Come for me, Mara," I command, my voice harsh with need. "Let me feel you."

As if my words are the key to unlocking her pleasure, she stiffens, her inner walls convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her. The sensation of her tightening around my cock is too much, and with a final, bruising thrust, I succumb to my own release, burying myself deep within her as I spill my seed.

The world around us disappears, the only sound in the clearing the ragged panting of our mingled breaths. I collapse on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.

For a long moment, we lie there in silence, caught in the aftermath of our passion. I can feel her heart beating in time with mine, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

Slowly, reluctantly, I withdraw from her, already mourning the loss of her warmth. But as I roll onto my back, tucking her into the shelter of my arm, I know that this is just the beginning.